Chapter 3

The back of their van was one part operations center, one part Killian’s bedroom. Ghost Search hadn’t taken off quite like he’d hoped. Ad revenue and merch sales gave him enough money to keep himself fed, but not to pay the rent, so he’d dumped the apartment and bought a van. Helen had so many side hustles and freelance gigs, this was all just a hobby for her.

“What’s this Ivana person drive?” Helen asked, pausing to look past the van at a pair of headlights coming towards them. Killian leaned around her and peered at the vehicle, but it was difficult to tell much about it in the stormy grey light.

“Dunno,” Killian said. The vehicle bumped past them on the road, creeping along the unkempt asphalt like a cautious salamander. “What do you think witches would drive?”

“Broomsticks,” Helen answered immediately. They looked at each other and laughed.